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Toby Keith
Toby Keith
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Toby Keith
Toby Keith
Songwriter
Scotty Emerick
Scotty Emerick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toby Keith
Toby Keith
Producer
Lari White
Lari White
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip I give him 40 hours and a piece of my soul Puts me somewhere at the bottom of his totem pole Hell, I don't even think he knows my name Hey, all week long I'm a real nobody But I just punched out and it's paycheck Friday Weekend's here, good God almighty I'm going to get drunk and be somebody (somebody) Yeah, yeah, yeah My baby cuts hair at a beauty boutique Just blowing and going 'til she dead on her feet They walk right in and sit right down She gives them what they want, and she spins them around Hey, I don't think they even know her name All week long, she's a real nobody But I just picked her up, and it's paycheck Friday Weekend's here, good God almighty Baby, let's get drunk and be somebody (somebody) Yeah, yeah, yeah We're just average people, in an everyday bar Driving from work in our ordinary cars And I like to come here with regular Joes Drink all you want, be the star of the show All week long, bunch of real nobodies But we just punched out and it's paycheck Friday Weekend's here, good God almighty People, let's get drunk (let's get drunk) All week long we're some real nobodies But we just punched out, it's paycheck Friday Weekend's here, good God almighty People, let's get drunk and be somebody (let's get drunk) Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Scott Emerick, Toby K. Covel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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